History of a Friend




I don't know why I’m doing this.  I mean... it's not like he'll
actually be any good in bed or anything.  He's a nerd!  He's probably
blasted so many loads of cum on his computer's keyboard that it gives
new meaning to the word semen.  His body's not cut out for eve five
second of sex, let alone what it will take to make me cum once.  But a
deal's a deal.  He helped me out, and I said that I would be his first
fuck.

I know.... I could always re-neg on the deal, but for some reason I
don't want to.  Sure he helped me out, but it was because of the
promise of pussy.  He could have easily lied to me and I would find
out until after I'd spread my legs for the creep.  He would get his,
and I would look like a slut and a ding-bat.  But he insisted on
showing me proof that he was true to his word.

So now it's my turn.  I really can't complain... he left me so many
openings in our deal that if I really wanted to get out I could.  He
even let me set the time and place.  He's a strange one, but I figured
that he believes I'll back out on the deal.  My one saving grace is
that he kept any of my friends from finding out anything, and he's
sworn that he won't ever mention anything about it.  Well... only time
will tell.  Besides... I have three weeks to find out as much about
the bookworm as possible before I have to pretend that I'm enjoying
his little dick.


OK.  Now I'm officially worried.  From what I have been able to gather
from my friends and other people, he's a good little boy.  Even his
friends are nerds, but they don't fit in with the other nerds.  Who
would have thought that nerds would have a pecking order?  When I
tried to find out about his friends, the only word that I could even
get was Wu-Tang.

Now it took a while... and blowing the school quarterback... but I got
some information about this Wu-Tang.  Apparently some nerd started
them up a few years ago.  They are the outcasts of nerds, if that
makes any sense.  And that's all I could get from him.  That... and a
pathetic load of sperm.  At least he showered before I blew him;  I
hate the taste of jock strap.

So I'm three days from fucking someone I have no clue about.  I didn't
even find out what he liked:  bondage... anal sex... nothing.  At
least he's straight;  that much I have been able to get.  But he
doesn't make sense.  I mean... it takes no more than three days before
Allison, the best gossip in three states, can find out all of the
juicy bits about anyone.  Yet here he is, nearly all of the way
through the first semester in a new school, and no one knows who he
is, what he does when/if he gets off of his computer, and he's a
member of a secret sect of nerds.  Strange from the word go.


Remember what I said about strange?  Well... cancel that check.  Just
about three hours ago he called me.  My mother answered the phone,
saying that it was "... that nice young man who helped me with my
computer homework."  From the tone of her voice, I knew something was
up.  When I looked into her eyes and saw that all too familiar gleam
there, I knew what she was thinking.

He had called to asked if we could grab a bite to eat first.  I
agreed, and turned to my mother.  I knew what she would say even
before I asked her if I could go out with him.  She probably figured
he was safe enough, and I would have to agree with her.  When she said
yes, I smiled.  I wanted to laugh.

I chose something warm.  The weather was beginning to show signs of
winter, and I definitely did not want to catch a cold.  While dressing
I began to wonder what he would be driving.  Probably his dad's car.
That's when it hit me... I didn't know what his father drove.  I
hadn't even met his family.  Strange.  How had I missed that?  So many
unknowns... he's just like a math problem.  Too bad I don't do math.


I don't know whether to be happy or totally pissed.  I've never had a
problem getting a man between my legs before.  And here I am, sitting
in front of my computer looking at it like it's going to give me all
of the answers.

First of all, he arrived in a black sport utility vehicle.  And I mean
all black.  Not one piece of that ride shone, even under the light
from our driveway.  When I saw him, he was dressed in all black as
well.  Combat boots, black denim jeans, a black coat way too heavy for
him, black FINGERLESS gloves, and a black baseball cap.  Mother
treated him as if he was a king.  I was simply ready to fuck him and
move on with my life.

We went to a place which I chose because none of my friends would be
there.  Out of curiosity, I looked around his ride.  Nothing.  It
didn't smell new or used, and there was nothing inside to give the
hint that it had ever been driven.  He made small talk, which shocked
me.  I had guessed that if he did speak it would be to either make
sure I was going to go through with it or a long string or nerd words
about computers.  What did he talk about?  Simple school stuff.
Things that I could easily respond to.

Which made me nervous.  It was as if he has done a bit of scouting on
me as well, and was more successful at getting info on me than I was
on him.  Yet he never gave me one moment of grief.  He was the perfect
gentleman, and I know they don't exist.  Once we finished, we talked
about the meal.  Again... I felt more at home with him than with all
of my flings put together.

Then came the moment of truth.  We entered my house and I locked the
door.  He waited patiently for me to show him to my room, but did not
remove his coat.  As I walked up the stairs, I listened to him.
Nothing.  I could hear my own feet hit the wood stairs, but not his.
I knew one of them would groan under any weight, but only heard it
once.  When I didn't hear the second one, I turned to see if he was
following me.  He was, but I also saw his face.

Now I know this is going to sound way off the wall, but he was totally
different looking in the faint shadows of the hallway.  He looked...
not evil.  Just... odd.  I can't explain it any other way.  It was
enough to make me reconsider what I was about to do.  I mean... he had
that look which screamed psycho sex murderer.  But a deal's a deal.

When I opened the door to my room, I let him in first.  True to form,
he walked directly over to my computer and began doing his nerd thing.
I had to smile... here he was about to get laid for the first time and
he was more concerned about a computer.  Well... I decided to get
undressed... when he said stop.  I looked at him;  his face never once
left the computer screen.

"You're really gonna let this happen, aren't you.  You're gonna let me
fuck you."

His tone kept me from spitting back a wise-ass remark.  It wasn't
fatherly;  it was a flat tone.  He was stating fact.  And I didn't
like it... but not for the most logical reason in the world.  I felt
like I was nothing more than a computer program that was operating as
it should.  A virtual whore.

Now I was mad.  Who the hell was he?  I mean... I was living up to my
end of the bargain.  If he wanted me to back out I could, and was
about to do just that.  Then he turned around.

I've heard some of the girls say, "He's nothing' but a dog."  He
wasn't a dog;  he was a wolf.  his eyes were stone cold, and his face
showed no emotion, but I saw a wolf.  A big black wolf, looking at me
like I was a rabbit.  And I was as scared as one.  Especially when he
rose from my chair and walked towards me.

I wanted to scream.  I wanted to run.  I wanted to hit him over the
head with something.  All I did was stand there.  He walked over to me
and stopped about three feet from me.  That's when the strangeness
really began.

I know what it takes to make me horny.  A good kiss will do the trick.
So will someone with a gentle touch on my tits.  But he was three feet
away and I was ready to fuck his ears off.  He wasn't doing anything
but looking at me, and I was wet.  Hell...   even my asshole was
itching for action, and I've only done that once, and under the
influence of more than a few mixed drinks.  I tried to hide that fact
from him, and I have never been shy about sex.

I don't know how long he stood there, but it was long enough.  I was
standing there, ready to get laid, and I knew it wouldn't happen.  I
knew he wouldn't do it.  Don't ask how I know.  Then he nodded,
smiled, and walked out of the room.  I followed him downstairs... that
stair groaned once... and let him out.  And what did I get for my
troubles?  A free meal and a nod.

He had me.  There was no reason for me to get horny simply because he
was standing in front of me... fully dressed no less... and doing
nothing.  Yet not only was I horny as hell, but after he left, I had
no desire for sex.  None.  Where the fuck did it go?  I'm not that
cold.  Sure I've faked it... several times.  But...  I don't know.
Strange.


Second semester has almost come to an end.  True to form, I've had so
many guys ask me to the prom that I'm sure I've forgotten at least
three names.  And I've made a friend.  Even got to meet his father and
mother.

Devon LaMonte Jackson.  That's his full name.  He's a nerd, and my
friend.  It took a bad relationship for me to see that.  But that
doesn't mean that the strangeness ended.  Not on your nine lives,
kitty.  For one thing... no one knows he's my friend.  Allison has no
clue, and that's something to be proud of.  Any time anyone can keep
her from finding out anything, they should pat themselves on the back.

Devon and I have a funny friendship.  When I see him in the halls, I
glance in his direction.  And he always nods slightly.  He can be
talking to anyone of his friends, know I'm there, and nod.  What's
more, I have slowed down on the sex.  It's too good to stop, but I
have cut back on who I fuck.  Every once in a while I'll blow the
quarterback, but it's more for show that satisfaction.  Even got a
taste of lesbian sex from the local butch, Dianne.  I figured that one
to be a mistake;  she can't keep her big mouth shut for nothing.
Everyone knows every twat she's licked.  Well... almost every twat.

It was three weeks before the prom, and I called him up.  When he
answered, he said my name.  It took a while for me to get used to
that, and I still don't have it down, but I will one day.  I asked him
if he was going, and he laughed out loud.  I knew that none of the
girls in the school would have said yes to him.  So I really should
not have been stunned that I found myself asking him to the prom.  I
was definitely not shocked that he said yes, but the surprise in his
voice was... peculiar.

Now I should say that I looked awesome in my dress.  For three
thousand five hundred, I had better!  It was solid midnight blue and
strapless.  I had just enough upstairs to keep it from looking like I
was top heavy.  It didn't sport any of the frills.  Just a solid
midnight blue dress.  Dresses like that are called Free Booters.  They
allow fee access to the booty.

I wondered what he would look like in a tux, and bust out laughing at
the image.  He looked like an idiot.  Not even tails could make him
look dashing or handsome.  I spent the time I had before the prom
trying to find out where he would be renting his tux from.  It proved
to me impossible;  every shop I knew of was totally swamped with one
request or another.

Then came the big night.  Everyone I knew would be wondering why I
showed up... and with Devon on my arm.  As far as they knew, I was at
home preparing for the finals.  I hadn't become a bookworm, but they
knew I was trying to get into a good college.  Most of my friends
respected my choices, especially when I all but dropped out of the
party scene..  Those who didn't aren't my friends, but that's another
story for a time when I really give a crap.

When he drove up in his... yes that Death Mobile was actually his
own... SUV, I watched from my mother's room.  I wanted a chance to see
what he looked like before I went out in public with him.  I guess
some things don't change.  And what I saw was...   stunning.  He wore
an outfit which made him look like one of those evil generals of a mad
dictator.  It was simple and cut just a bit loose on his body.  But
what really caught my eye was the total lack of style.

Well... I had asked him.  No sense in backing out now.  I went
downstairs to meet him.  I greeted him, accepted his gift of the blue
flower then let him lead me to his ride.  We rose in silence, and I
could actually feel his nervousness.  But I also felt something
else... it wasn't because of me.  I didn't know why, but the answer
came all too soon.

The head of our school was a former SEAL and CIA man.  He's got more
government service under his belt that anyone I know.  He's as strict
as they come.  When a big fight broke out between tow guys with more
ego than brains, he broke it up... and a few bones in the process.
How he managed to get out of that is still a matter of gossip.
Anyway... while he was standing at the door, ushering in all of the
couples, I noticed some of Devon's friends.  They were also dressed
oddly.  Not one of them looked the same... I mean they all looked
funny, but in an evil way.  But none of them looked as cold as Devon
did.  When he took the ID card from Devon, neither male spoke.

I've had the displeasure of being in his office.  He just has this
aura of being a Class One Ass Kicker.  I think he could intimidate
God!  I looked into his eyes then, and saw his try at being kind.
Very good, but it didn't fool me.  What I saw in his eyes when I
arrived with Devon was nothing short of total respect.  Strange, but
with Devon strange is normal.  Then came the nod.

Whenever I meet Devon, he nods.  He says it's a show of humble
respect.  Whatever.  But when I saw the head of our school do that
same nod, even down to the angle of his neck, a cold shiver ran up my
spine.  My grandmother would have said that someone was walking on my
grave.  Right then... I felt that someone had decided to fuck some
strung out junkie on my coffin.  What had Devon done to gain that
humble respect?  When the answer came, I felt that shiver again:
don't ask.

Now comes the good part.  You could have heard a pin drop when I
walked in with Devon.  I saw all of the faces that I had seen all year
long simply drop in utter shock;  they could not believe that I came
to the prom with him.  I knew that most of the guys would be saying
that he'd managed to scoop them all.  Some of them were so stupid that
I could see them beginning to plot ways of getting revenge on me.  And
Devon.  As for the girls... they all had the same question plastered
to their overly made up faces:  Why HIM?!?!

Devon really surprised me.  I didn't expect him to be such a good
dancer.  And I definitely did not expect that being so close to him
would get me that horny.  I mean... an entire semester had passed and
I never once got horny when he was near me.  Not even when Johnny and
I broke up.  I went straight to him, and he helped.  Not one thought
of fucking Devon entered my mind.  All of a sudden, I saw myself
dancing naked with him in a ballroom.  I could feel his hands caress
my back softly.  His breath on my neck almost drove me insane.  I was
glad that the dress had padded breasts;  I know how my nipples get
when I'm ready for a fuck.

Have you ever been somewhere and had the feeling that someone was
watching you?  I caught myself feeling that way several times.  Every
time I looked around, I saw Mr. Smith, the head of our school looking
at us.  And every time he looked exactly the same:  concerned.  What
did he know about Devon that I didn't?  I watched as he turned his
gaze to one of Devon's friends;  the look never changed.  Then one
word blasted its way through my mind:  Wu-Tang.  That's when things
begin to get strange again.

Devon smiled and excused himself.  His friends did the same.  Almost
as one unit, they made their way to the men's room, leaving us women
alone.  Mr. Smith walked over to me, moving with... that same silent
ease I had seen Devon use countless times.

"Enjoying yourself?"

"Yes.  But I think Monday's going to be fun."

"Didn't tell your friends you were going to the prom with Devon," he
chuckled softly.  It sounded friendly enough, but I was too spooked by
then to really know for sure.

"Can I ask you..."

"Ask him," he said smiling.  Then he turned and went to another girl.
He made his rounds swiftly, returning to his perch just as Devon and
company came out of the bathroom.  I don't know about them, but I was
definitely scared silly.

When the prom ended, we were invited to several parties.  I didn't
really want to go, and got the perfect excuse when my pager went off.
Mom wanted me home.  It was strange;  Mom was probably out with her
latest interest.  But I did what any self- respecting girl does when
she doesn't want to get trashed at a party:  I lied like hell.  With
that.... and quite a few looks from several friends, especially from
Allison... I took Devon's arm and walked towards his ride.  Once we
were outside, I noticed that all of the other cars around him were
dressed in the same Death black paint job.  And guess who was walking
towards those same cars?

This was shaping up like an old horror film.  I was about to change my
mind when Devon spoke softly.

"We're friends, right?"

I stopped and looked at him.  His tone was... different.  He was
looking for something, and I did not know what the hell it could have
been.  I knew him well enough to know that it couldn't be sex...  And
that's when I got horny all over again.  I looked into his eyes and
saw that same soft kindness which I always thought was cute.  His
stance was totally neutral, and he looked more like a man than even I
was accustomed to.  He looked like... someone I could truly love.

Yeah... it hit me then.  After close to nine months of fucking and
sucking cock after cock, I'd fallen for a nerd.  And had actually kept
my twat from fucking it up with cheap sex.  But I didn't know how to
tell him that... or even if I should tell him at all.  We were
friends, and even I know that's something you just don't throw away.
Friends make life doable.  Maybe if he felt the same way...

I hugged him.  Don't ask why I did it.  I just needed to feel his arms
wrapped around me.  Here I was... the baddest slut in the city... and
I was in love.  It felt good.  Not like that shit you see in a movie,
but pretty good.  When I stepped back from him, I saw his smile.
Nothing could have made me happier.

Here comes the juicy part.  Sex.  I remember thinking that he would be
one of the worst lays in my history.  What I got was... amazing.  I
didn't know I could cum so hard...   or so often.. in one night.  And
I do mean night.  The prom ended around ten at night.  We were at my
home at eleven;  we stopped off to catch a quick bite to eat.  When he
brought in a bookbag, I was beginning to wonder what was going through
his mind.

"I hate this monkey suit," he grumbled.  I chuckled... only Devon
would actually think to change clothes before getting down to some
serious sex.  As it turned out, we both managed to change.

We actually managed to get the television turned on before we wound up
in each other's arms.  after getting us two ice cold ginger ales, I
settled down on the sofa next to him.  I have never felt better in all
of my life.  Sitting next to someone who actually cared about me... it
was like being high without the drugs.  And just as frightening.  What
if I did something to lose this feeling?  What if he did something?
Love was totally new to me, and as alien as anything in science
fiction.

When I wrapped his arm around my shoulder, I felt more alive than
ever.  When I kissed his cheek, I knew that I had just made the first
move of the night.  Nothing new, but it felt different.  I saw him
smile, and knew he was fighting a chuckle.  I had asked him never to
chuckle around me;  it sounded like a man who gutted babies and
watched them die... just for giggles and grins.  It wasn't until he
actually kissed me, lips to lips, that I felt the first of what would
soon be many orgasms.

I came... just from a kiss!!  How wound up was I?  Either I was hoping
for this way too much, or he had tricks up his sleeve that Merlin
drooled over.  It hit me so hard that I actually jerked backwards.  I
was shocked; he... was calm.  I know I would soon be his first, but it
seemed he knew the power he held within him.

I couldn't wait.  Never could when I'm that horny.  I threw a leg over
him, and stared long and deep into his eyes.  Next thing I know I'm
being lifted up and carried to my bedroom.  He didn't look that
strong.  While I'm not heavy by anyone's standards, being carried up a
flight of stairs by a man is definitely a turn-on.  Right as we
entered my room, he got strange on me again.

"One thing... don't kiss the neck."

Well... everyone has their kinks.  Too bad he had to mention his to
me;  I like kinks.

I don't remember taking his clothes off, but I do remember him
removing mine.  He kissed me all over, planting those ghost pecks
which will either make a woman want to fuck you dry or piss her off to
the point where she doesn't want sex.  His made me wetter than I could
have believed.  When he pulled my sweat pants down, I hoped that he
would not be turned off by the smell.  When he plastered his face
between my legs and began to suck me through my cotton panties... holy
dog shit on an upside down cross!  I thought I'd pull his ears off!
Not even Dianne was that good!

I came.  I don't know how many times, but I came.  And hard;  every
one of them rocked my body.  Literally.  And I screamed.  I don't
scream... not even when Moose and his eight inch, thick monster dick
blasted into my dry cunt that one time.  When I finally pulled him to
his feet, he was totally nude.

I looked down to see what I was about to let inside of me.  It looked
about six and a half inches long and just over a inch and a half
thick.  It was curved down, a result of his briefs, no doubt.  It
wasn't the biggest or thickest, but I knew there was something missing
in that picture.  It was time I found out what.  I dragged my body
over his and found out something about him.  He had a lot of control.
Everyone else I had done that to was nothing short of a bundle of
fuck-nerves by the time I arrived at their crotches.  He never showed
any signs of going that route.

I've given more than my share of blowjobs, and every time I did it,
the end result was always the same:  they came.  Not Devon.  He did
exactly the opposite... WENT SOFT!!!  I don't mean totally limp, but I
could tell that his cock was losing interest.  But I didn't.  In fact,
I kept at him.  Funny thing is... I wasn't trying to get him hard
again... I just wanted to taste him.  I normally don't bother taking
my time when I give a blowjob;  the faster they cum the faster I can
get off my knees.  With Devon... it was different.  I guess love can
make a person do strange things.

When I rose up, my body slipped back into its old ways.  Suck them
off, then lay down.  It's a good method, especially since it gives me
a change to catch my breath before getting fucked.  My legs began to
move me towards my bed when he stopped me.  Oh... he never said a word
or made a move to stop me... he just did it.  I looked into his eyes
and saw that control... and my body simply switched gears.  I stood
there, still in my bra and panties, and waited for him.

I don't even remember walking into his arms.  All I know was that I
was here...   and then I was there.  He kissed me, something not one
of the guys I'd blown had ever done.  Macho thing I guess.  His lips
touched mine softly, something I had never had happen before.  Even
Dianne kissed like a man.  I melted into his arms.

I also knew that I still had on my bra and panties.  Normally, I would
be as bare assed as he was, but they didn't bother me.  I wanted him
to take them off, but was in no real rush.  I'm proud of what God...
and hours of exercise... created.  Besides... the feel of my nipples
in the fabric as I crushed them against his chest was erotic.

And feeling his cock thump between my thighs was the ultimate tease.
I wanted him so bad right then that I was about to take matters in my
own hands.  Hell... I was actually horny enough to BEG!!  My hands
were roaming all over his body, and I began to suck face like a
madwoman.  And as horny as I was... he seemed calm.

That's when I remembered what he said about his neck.  Maybe...  I
didn't think about his warning when I broke the kiss and ran my tongue
along his neck.  I should have listened to him.

He growled.  Not that sound which most men make when they are about to
lose a load and still want to be macho about it.  This sound was
straight from a horror movie, and it came from his chest.  That sound
rumbled through his entire body, and I felt it.  BOY did I feel it.
It made what I was feeling seem small and harmless.  I didn't think
about it then, but now...

He was supposed to be a virgin, yet he knew enough to warn me not to
go near his neck.  I can only imagine what happened to the first girl
he kissed when he found out how sensitive his neck was.  Now that he's
older, he knows that a woman kissing his neck will make him lose
control.  And lose control he did.

The next thing I know his hands are sliding between our bodies and
headed straight for my thighs.  As horny as I was, I spread them
slightly, hoping he was going to remove my panties and give me a good
fuck.  I wasn't ready for what he did;  Devon lifted me off of the
floor totally.  One hand pulled the crotch of my panties aside whine
the other hand began searching for his cock.  When I felt that first
touch of his cock I came.  Hard.  So hard that I screamed.  And I kept
screaming when he rammed it home in one STRONG stroke.

I'm good in bed... or so I’m told.  I've learned enough tricks to
break any man in half. Too bad Devon knew all of my tricks, counters
to them, and a slew of his own tricks.  I don't think he fucked me the
same way twice that entire night.  I don't mean positions;  his cock
touched parts of me that longer and thicker dicks hadn't.  And it was
hot.  He felt like a branding iron inside of me, and he never let up.
He thrust into my cunt with skill and power which was... savage.

I locked my arms around his neck and hung on for dear life.  I was
getting fucked, and it felt wonderful.  I soared from one orgasm to
the next, totally unable to catch my breath.  When I thought he was
beginning to slow down, I latched my lips onto his neck.  I think I
left a hickey;  it's hard to tell with black men.  I was rewarded with
an even deeper sound, and a switch in positions.

But he never removed his cock form inside of me, and he didn't stop
plugging away.  He leaned me back until I was resting on the bed, then
began to flip me onto my stomach.  All while fucking.  Nothing in this
world can describe the feelings he sent through me then.  When he had
me where he wanted me, the classic doggy position, he placed my legs
against his chest, draping my feet across his shoulders.  Then he
grabbed my arms and pulled me off of the bed.

Holy shit!  Not only was I getting fucked, but by a master!  Virgin my
ass!!  He had me in a position where I could use my legs to get more
bang for my buck, and I did just that... for three strokes.  I've
heard fucking called many things.  One of which is "knocking her eyes
out."  Now I know where that term came from.  All I could do was be
there and let myself get fucked.  And I loved every second of it.

But he hadn't cum yet.  We were at it a good ten minutes, and he
showed no signs of cumming.  When he did, I managed to glance at the
clock.  From what my mind could piece together, he had been inside of
me for forty-five minutes!!  How he managed to find the energy to
speed up before blowing his load is something I still wonder about.
Forty-five minutes and four positions... that's got to be a world
record!  I was ready for a good night's sleep when something else hit
me:  HE WAS STILL HARD!!  I couldn't believe my luck.  If he was a
virgin able to got all night... I was in trouble.

That was an understatement.  He had just blown off inside of me, and
dragged his body down and began sucking my clit.  He was doing things
which I had often wanted a guy to do, and doing them better that I
could imagine them.  He ate me out with more passion than anyone else,
and I had to dig deep down in order to find the strength to pull his
head away.  I looked on a face covered with cum... and plastered with
a smile that let me know he was definitely not finished.

The rest of that night I can only remember pieces of.  I do remember
BEGGING him to fuck my asshole after he slid two fingers inside of my
asshole and fucked it while his cock did miracles inside my cunt.  I
was a total slut that night;  I did things and put my body in
positions which were painful to think about.  And I would do it over
again.  I have never given myself totally to anyone else.  And after
it was over, I knew that I loved him.  Which made graduation a real
downer.

I was going to one college, he was going to attend the college his
father did.  I knew that someone else may catch his eye, and didn't
want to be unfaithful.  Odd thought, since I had no such morals before
meeting him.  When I called him, I could tell he was expecting it, and
knew he felt the same way.  I cried all night after hanging up the
phone.  I never saw again... until the day he died.

it was something only he would do.  Form what I could get from his
father, a young girl was being blackmailed.  Devon helped get her out,
but it cost him his life.  The guy doing the blackmailing had his boys
try to gun her down, and Devon kept her alive by risking his body.
When I first heard he was dead, I went nuts.  He was the only human
being I knew who truly loved me for what I was besides my mother.  I
wanted the bastard responsible dead, and I wanted to do the killing.

When I went to his funeral, I wore a black veil.  I was not surprised
to see his friends from our school there, but I was shocked at some of
the other faces.  The quarterback... Dianne... Allison.  I wanted to
slap the hell out of Allison;  she couldn't get any dirt on him while
he was alive so she decided to try his funeral.  It was the first time
I actually hated anyone.  But even dead, strangeness lived around
Devon.

On his coffin was a symbol which I had seen on the wall of his room.
Why I remembered it then was unclear... until his friends approached
his coffin.  Where others threw dirt on his coffin, his friends laid
what looked like onyx puzzle pieces into that symbol.  Then Dianne did
the same thing... as did Allison and the quarterback.  I watched as
they walked towards me.  I glanced towards my mother... who was
smiling... then to his father.  He nodded in that same way Devon did.

"The Wu Tang Clan will Rise again, Sara," they all whispered.

Even dead, Devon found a way to reach me.  I still have the last piece
to that puzzle.  My husband wanted me to throw it away, and I almost
divorced him over it.  I know it sounds foolish, but Devon was more
than a one night stand.  He was a friend and my first true love.  I
will never forget him.

I often wonder what they meant.  Now... I don't even bother.  When my
daughter was close to death due to needing a blood transfusion and I
was out of town on business, someone gave her blood.  When she went on
her first date and the creep she dated tried to rape her, he was
caught.  Kept mumbling something about Wu Tang.  He went insane.  If
anyone asks me if love ever dies, I find myself stroking that last
piece to an unfinished puzzle and remembering Devon.